Red Rot ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - I slept over at his house last night, and we ate nachos on the back porch staring through the houses at the light pollution. It can be the middle of the early morning and the sky will be a hazy gray, a dull purple, never seeing the night's new black. He said the raccoons were confused. They never saw the day reset. And I'm drinking water as I listen, my legs up on the rail, my hand reaching over to his hand, his leg. The way the days are long and the nights are short for all we have to fill them. 10:34 a.m. - 2013-08-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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